Darkness enveloped Rahul as he sat on his hostel bed, the weight of failure crushing his spirit. The report card in his trembling hands bore a single, damning word: "Failed." As if the universe hadn't finished tormenting him, his phone buzzed with a message from his girlfriend. Her words, cold and final, severed their relationship.
Tears blurred his vision as a tidal wave of despair washed over him. With shaking hands, he reached into his bag, retrieving a bottle of sleeping pills and whiskey – harbingers of an escape he desperately craved.
The pills slid down his throat, chased by burning gulps of alcohol. As consciousness began to slip away, a detached part of Rahul's mind registered the foam forming around his mouth. Then, merciful oblivion claimed him.